Here we are again, Wil mouthed to her friend. The pale, dark-haired girl in the waiting room window spoke the same words, without sound. Wil shifted on the floor. Crinkling paper noises from her left fist warned her to be careful in her movements; she glanced at them and remembered.
Returning to her friend, she whispered, “I’m adopted.” Her friend frowned and furrowed her brow in confusion.
How is that possible? she replied.
Wil extracted the birth certificate and read through its official type once more. A few, lingering last-hopes evaporated from her imagination as she found each line filled out with correct name, date, father, location, and features. “I was a small baby,” she said.
They nodded, seriously.
“Of course you were, Minnie Mouse,” Jakob called, from his slouched recline a few feet away. He moved deeper into his chair and adjusted his feet on the table.
Wil and her friend shared a look. What did he know?
“You were a preemie.”
They blinked. Wil turned away from the window wall. “A what?”
“Preemie, dummy.” He rubbed his back inside his slouch. “Means you were early. Rob told me.” Closing his eyes, he tilted his head against the chair back. “Said you were lucky to be born and that he didn’t even know.”
She shared a stupefied look with her friend. Thinking over this new information, she asked, “How did he know?”
Wil nodded. “Yeah.”
Jakob groaned and tried to crouch into a side-lay within the small seat. From a yawn, he answered, “Not sure.”
A few more seconds told Wil her brother -her stepbrother- was unlikely to tell her more. The conversation had already run longer than any of his had in the last five years. She was about to resume the more satisfying exchange at the dark glass before her when Jakob stirred enough to add, “Ask Rob.”
Her friend tilted her head, considering. Not a bad idea, she told Wil.
They were all interrupted by a click, a creak, and a cheery, “Well, here we are!” Nurse Bea entered the waiting room, and then turned to hold the door for Rob. Just behind him came Cynthia.
Jakob stopped pretending to sleep and Wil waved goodbye to the window. Both rose and walked to their favorite mother.
“They’re releasing you?!” Wil asked. Jakob snickered and put his hands in his coat pockets.
Nurse Bea laughed outright. As expected, hers was the sort that came from deep in her stomach and affected her entire body upon its release. A moment of breathlessness later and she wiped her eyes. “That’s right, darlin’.” She smiled, though she already had been, and wagged a stern finger to Wil. “Now, you jus’ make sure you take care o’ your mom. She’s an angel.”
Wil’s pleasant return smile slipped off her face.
“Thanks, Nurse Bea,” Cynthia enthused; her smile radiating as usual. Supported by Rob and trailed by her anxious children, she walked out the waiting room doors.
If Wil had not been so preoccupied, she’d have caught the sparkling tear on the cheek of Nurse Bea.